You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy!
The preoccupation with Tiger Woods.
Did he check into a sex rehab clinic? Was his wife with him? When will he return to golf?
Who cares!
Don’t you have enough trouble in your own life? Did you pay your power bill yet? Is Tiger going to pay it? Then forget about Tiger Woods, and start writing a check. If your power goes out then you can’t watch Burn Notice and future episodes of NCIS.
Tiger Woods this and Tiger Woods that? Did you hug your kid and tell him you love him? No? Well then get to it. He might be feeling insignifcant in this big old messd up world and a hug might just get him through his day. And since Tiger Woods ain’t hugging anyone without a bottle of Jack Daniels by his side, I suggest you do it yourself.
Tiger Woods is a cartoon figure. I care about Tiger Woods about as much as I care about Scooby Doo getting his Scooby Snack.
Still the question and media intrigue regarding Tiger Woods festers.
How many mistresses does he have? 5? 10? 15? Who cares? The last time I checked, one is probably enough to F-up your life. Tiger Woods thought he could juggle double digit mistresses.
That’s ballsy. Stupid, but ballsy.
I hear a lot of talk that sounds like this; “His wife is so beautiful. Why would he cheat with such average looking women when he has such a beautiful wife at home.”
Well people, I see it like this. What good is owning a Ferrarri if you never get to drive it? If you can’t jam that exotic, finely tuned animal into 6th gear and make the engine scream, hitting red line, right before the motor blows, well then what’s the use.
Then again, if you have a slightly less fast and somewhat less sleek mode of transportation in the garage, why wouldn’t you jump behind the wheel and give it a spin. If you can drive that car any time you want, and it performs satisfactorilly, effeciently, and gets you where you need to go with a smile on your face, then why wouldn’t you drive that car?
Also; news about Tiger Woods checking into a sex rehab clinic is everywhere. It got me to thinking, what is sex addiction? Do sex addicts need to get their rocks off like a nicotine junkie needs to suck down cigarettes. Do you start detoxing if you don’t get naked and start rubbing skin? People get addicted to booze, even though man don’t need alcohol to live. People get hooked on drugs, even though man doesn’t need drugs to exist.
BUT Sex is different. People need sex. It’s a monster that bubbled out of the primoridial ooze. Sex is a building block of the human condition like air, food and water.
Sure monks in Tibet are celibate for years, but these same guys sleep on cots made out of barb wire. If that’s the meaning of life, count me out.
To say Tiger Woods is a sex addict because he has had a lot of sex with a lot of women doesn’t quite make sense.
If Tiger Woods was single, he wouldn’t be a sex addict, at least half of the world would celebrate him as a STUD. He wouldn’t be on EXTRA as the straying husband, he’d be GQ’s man of the year.
But perception is reality. Since he is married and cheated on his wife and one extra marrital affair is one too many, then there must be something wrong with Tiger Woods. The public has decided that a man who wants sex all the time from as many attractive women as he can find must be sick, in need of help.
But wanting to have sex, alot of sex, is that so sick?
I would argue that urge is primal and one all men feel from crib to the grave. Women will never understand the impulse because it seems to be a part of the genetic code of the male species, primarilly. Tiger Woods wanting a lot of sex isn’t sick, it’s natural, priomordial, inevitable.
Tiger Woods a sex addict? He’s no more addicted to sex than every man reading this sentence. He just has a billion more options than every man reading this sentence. Think about that!
Either way, I’m over Tiger Woods. He is a great golfer. He is a rich athlete. He is an ugly son-of-a-bitch, don’t you think?
Do you even think Tiger Woods would have a girlfriend if he was a check out boy at the KROGER? Do you think Tiger Woods clumsy cell phone message is front page news if he’s changing your oil at Jiffy Lube?
Let’s answer what we can answer:
When will El Tigre return to the PGA tour?
“At this point, I don’t even think Tiger knows when he’s coming back,” said veteran golf writer Art Spander, who spoke with Woods the weekend before his infamous Thanksgiving car crash that made world headlines.
Will he reunite with his wife? Will he be able to pass a cock tail waitress without his hormones overloading? Will he pilot the good ship Privacy into friendly waters ever again?
As a wise sage once whispered to me: “Battle lines are drawn. Only Time will tell.”
But ultimately who cares? Go pay your light bill. Hug your kid.
And that is Crazy.